Poem #2: The Wind

The Wind

Oh blow away, go away, I say,
Come back oh please, cool me off,
Then it says, “How am I to please you?"
"How can I answer every whim?"
"Tell me, oh please, the answer,
And please don't change your mind"
I said, "You come on cold days,
And you don't on warm,
Tell me why you change?"
And it said, "I go where needed,
I cannot always be here and there,
For I am bound to nowhere,
Now I must go, do not try to follow,
For you cannot catch the wind."
Then it went and I said goodbye,
(And I wondered then what's it like to fly.)